True to her name , Laxmi was born in wealth . She was plain and plump , so what ? On top of that she hade married the only son of Shanti Chittal, the iron magnate of India .She was already spoilt and rotten . Now her attitude had become even more insufferable ..
As she was emerging from the mall one afternoon ..having bought the largest ruby necklace in stock , she observed her Maybach with driver and security guards , ready to salute her . but her progress was blocked by two girls very slowly descending the steps.
“Get out of my way ,” screamed Laxmi,as she gave a resounding kick to the child’s buttocks . The child was only leading her wizened old grandmother down the steps. As the child moved towards the side sobbing in humiliation and pain , the white haired grandmother looked up and said :, “ Laath kyoon mari , memsahib ? “
As if Laxmi cared .! Was she not one of the wealthiest women in India where wealth meant power, glory and flattery from chamchaas galore ?
She forgot the incident instantly .
A week later was a childrens’ pool party with parents ..income no less than 1 crore per week ..also invited .
Her daughter wanted a coke as she lay on a float in the water . As there was no one else around ,,Laxmi leaned over the edge of the pool with coke for the little girl .
Wham !
Before the entire crowd . Laxmi Chittal went head first , buttocks pointing to the sky , coke in hand ,straight into her daughter’s float , gulping chlorinated pool water .. in total astonishment .
“What a dive ! Magnificent ! “” her admirers went on and on \,as Laxmi looking miserable was pulled out of the water .She felt like she had been kicked by a mule but there was no one behind her .
Her thirtieth birthday was on the following weekend .lots of important people were present.. .as she bent over to blow out the candles ….
Wham!
In an instant Laxmi had flown a couple of feet in the air landing head first into the cake .All that was visible to the guests were the back of Laxmi’s heels .The rest had disappeared into the cake .
The guest thought this as part of the celebrations and started clapping vigorously . Laxmi felt like she had been kicked in the butt by two hooves of some large donkey .
Mr. Chittal trying to save the occasion sent everyone around for drinks while he tried to figure out which side of his wife’s face he was looking at ..front or back
This time Laxmi suffered pain for a fortnight. She was afraid to step out of the house anymore .
At the Chittal residence . it was time for meditation and prayer . Also to find out the reason behind these unholy happenings .
As Laxmi recalled sullenly her cruel act against the little girl , the family priest explained how she had to ask the forgiveness of the family or the happenings would continue .
It took a week to locate the family near Dadar station …The old grandmother being practical accepted the apology and compensation and assured Laxmi that from next morning onward , she would not have cause to worry .
She then told her to exit by the back staircase .
As Laxmi started down the staircase , the little girl exclaimed that there was a recent accumulation of cow dung that morning at its bottom .
“I know , “ said the old lady .
“Why do you think I asked that nasty woman to go that way ? She cannot be given safe passage today . Is she almost at the bottom ? ”
Wham !
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